Sticks
I throw sticks
In a sea of sticks,
You smell me,
And then grab the stick.
Huff and puff,
Particles, my hands,
Sagebrush grease,
And you zero in.
I throw far,
And I then throw short,
In dense shrubs,
No matter the place.
Not challenged,
Not inconvenienced
Or annoyed,
The joy is pursuit.
Retrieval,
That infers giving,
Bring back here,
And you don't do that.
But the sticks,
For the stick finding,
Found always,
Nose knows ways to stick.



